Okay,
okay. I was warned.
I should have listened.
But I'm such an optimist. It is just my nature to expect the best.
Filipi (fill-eep-ā), arrived yesterday without any problems. Lyle and I barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked while she got familiar with our backyard before we were allowed out to meet and greet her one at a time.
Right off the bat I knew that she had misrepresented herself. She might have some lab in her, but she is just as much a mutt as Lyle and I are. We think maybe if her fur hadn't been clipped, she would look like a brown golden retriever. Still, she is bigger than me and I thought she might do nicely.
Well, let me just say. Even for being 70 years old, I'd have expected a little more spunk. It seems that her hobbies include: Sleeping. Eating. Sleeping. Taking short walks. Sound like anyone you know?
Well anyway, I thought I'd try her out for the day. Well, let me tell you, Filipi and I have way too much in common to have a good working relationship. Plus, this afternoon, she TALKED BACK to me. Can you believe it?!? I know I couldn't.
The bosses say that she is actually very sweet and we will all get along just fine once we get to know each other a little better. I say, what EVER. At least she hasn't tried to take any of my treats away from me.
Well,
I'll keep you posted. For now, I'm thinking maybe I should just skip this
whole bodyguard thing and go back into disguise. If you see a 25 pound
Great Dane, you just never know, it might be Little Bit incognito.
Peace, out.